Townsman. Aristide, are you going to sit there and permit your defenseless wife to be insulted like that?
Townsman. As long as you have your tongue, my dear, you are not defenseless.
Townswoman. It is your business to talk to him. [Kisses the Child.] My poor little Phillip! Your father is no man.
Townsman. I was before I got married. [Crosses to the American.] Sir, my name is Aristide Beaurepard.
American. Is that my fault?
Townsman. I am the father of a family.
American. I am very sorry for you, indeed.
Townsman. I have a wife and children—
American. You have only yourself to blame.
Townsman. Your dog—